The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1887-08-24

ly, and said: Go from me forever, with
out my forgiveness or blessing" and shut
the door in her face.
With sad heart she turned TO her hus-
band, who, if such were possible, loved her
more that moment on seeing her turned
from her fathers mansion, than ever.
His plans were quickly made. In less
than twenty flour hours he had completed
his plans, purchases, ETC., for trip to
Europe and was en- route for London.
Was there ever such another impulsive,
self-willed pair of lovers? So perfectly
mated and with true mutual love existing,
could they help but be happy, even though
they had made sensation in their quiet
little town and were deprived of fathers
blessing? They remained six months
abroad, loving one another more and more
every day.
Business then called Eugene home.
They returned located in the neighboring
city to the ColonePs residence, and, be-
lieving time would heal all wounds in his
heart, and fully expecting a reconciliation,
Eugene Eggleston was not an unhappy
man.
He little dreamed of the sad event await
ing him, an event which would change his
present state of happiness to hopeless
misery.
Colonel lie Favre had grieved deeply for
his daughter, and decided that their sepa-
ration should not be further continued.
On learning of their return, he coolly
carried cut his plans to obtain her.
Eugene Eggles;on had placed his darling
in home OF grandeur, suited In every way
to her exquisite taste; and Just as they
were prepared to enjoy life in a genuine,
homelike, domestic manner, fancy his sor-
row, on returning to his house, one even
% a
his love for which all words fail to de-
scribe, TO find, instead, the following cool
note, written in the bold hand of Colonel
lie Favre'
EUGENE EGGLEsToN: Your bird has flown.
Ill-gotten Joys cannot last. They laugh best,
who laugh last. All search or pursuit will be
vain.
Pause and behold him, dear reader, for
moment.
He had reached the pinnacle Of happi-
ness only to be robbed so cruelty of all.
He thought of the infinite bliss they had
enjoyed undisturbed for six months. He
knew her whole heart was full of love for him
alone. and 10 be thus cruelty bereft of her
was maddening. He felt the strength and
meaning of these words, search will be
vain" as he we'll understood the stem ma
ture of their author and the power and
wealth at his co mmand 10 assist him in his
bold venture. The case was hopeless in the
extreme, vet he vowed to find his wife, or
at least devote his life time in a search.
He left nothing undone in his endeavors
to obtain some clew to their whereabouts,
but each day, each gear, more strongly
proved the meaning of those words, Search
will be vain"
He lived. But O, what sad life! He
could not remain in any one place:
he travelled continually. His grief
had so stamped itself upon his countenance
that strangers saw written therein volumes
of untold sadness. 1t was gnawing his very
life out. He could not apply himself 10
anything. His was hopeless, ruined life.
He searched Systematically Tor years, but
with fruitless results. Then the search had
become a part of his nature, and was
mechanical. This one thought--to find her
had so absorbed his whole soul that he
was powerless to do aught but mechanically
search. He had ceased to follow out any
course of plans or reasoning, but followed
his inclinations, which led him every
where.
Five long, dreary years passed. We find
Eugene Eggleston in Italy-a sad, changed
man. His friends rejoice that he has at
last found one pursuit which holds his at
tentior. He now finds solace and COM
fort in the occupation for which he always
had a passion and natural talent-the
art of painting. 1t is not landscapes, ami
mails, or marine views to which he gives
attention. but ever the same subject-his
wife. His continual effort is to produce
or have produced a satisfactory portrait of
his lost darling. The desire now absorbs
his whole life. One of the large rooms of
the suite he occupies is filled with paint
no in ha
wife. All are productions of the most emf
nent artists the Old World contains but
none satisfy him. In vain these famous
artists have endeayored TO suit him in the
coloring and expression.
He arises, leaves his easel in disgust,
and starts for walk. AS be passes ont the
door his attention is attracted by child of
extraordinary beauty, chatting gayly TO her
French nurse, in her native language.
They enter the house adjoining the one he
has Just left, but not until he has obtained
a good view Of the face and ewes of that
child, which bears so marked resem-
blance to his lost darling that his first i'm
pulse is TO follow them and speak to the
child. But he suddenly realizes how alb
surd such a proceeding would be, and
moves on. He reasons with himself and
tries to throw this trivial incident from
his mind; but that sweet baby face fairly
haunts him. He does not walk far, but
returns 10 the easel while the face is fresh
in his memory, thinking it will aid him to
approach nearer to the desired expression
OF the picture.
The next day he saw the child again.
She came ont accompanied by lady and
evidently her parents. The
gentleman was tall and handsome and
much older than the lady, who was dressed
in deep mourning, with thick veil which
hid the face from view.
He watched them from hi' window till
they passed from sight; then something
about the ladys figure recalled an old
familiar something. he knew not what.
He felt strangely, and could think OF
nothing but the lady and the fancied re-
sembance. Finally he banished the idea
from his thoughts, or, at least, made an
effort 10 do so; for if it should be her, was
not that man her husband and the child
theirs?
Two living barriers to posi-
BILE reunion with his darling,
should it prove to be her! Far better,
thought he. never to know the truth than
to find her thus.
To remain in state of doubt was pref
erable but all efforts 10 reason with him
self and dismiss the subject from his mind
were in vain. He felt, however, that it was